The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1887-11-17

but spiritual power IS much more
personal than official.
.'Oh. Miss Dulcie! Do forgive my
saying 50, but a few years quiet
is only strengthening, SO long as
! your heart and mind don't 20 to
sleep too; and I am sure yours will
not!''
"You have always had an exagger.
ated opinion of my merits, I remem.
ber." laughing and coloring slightly.
lie lOnged to say mot
| but feared it might sound impertinent;
however, he most unconsciously look.
ed it. most successfully.
81 wish I lived down at the hall
again; I might do something for your
work-people. even it was only the
| hackneyed ground of clothing clubs
and mothers meetings"
"Do you really wish to live at the
Hall, Miss Dulcie? am so glad; that
is just what came about"
"lndeed"
Privately she had rather wondered
what he had come for; she had been
so dull, the visit was an agreeable in
terruption; and John was not the sort
of man she could, even if she had
wished, either snub or patronize.
II didn't know whether you were
aware-that Thought the old Hall?"
you bought it, Mr.. GOSSIP
! Certainly there was touch of hau-
teur. She was shocked. The preju.
an hour.
lit was merely as an investment,
Miss Dulcle, assure you. shouldn't
think of living there myself-at least,
not at present. What I should like
better than anything would be for
you to take the place. am very old
fashioned in some things. l like old
families better than new ones"
''rhank you all the same, but
could not possibly afford it. 1t is
quite out OF the question"
| "But the rent or purchase-money,
whichever you preferred, would not be
O consideration at all. It could
stand over indefinitely, and there is
plenty OF furniture there"
"You are exceedingly kind to give
me the first refusal, and I would take
it gladly if l could; but it is quite out
OF my power"
John was silent. Heles,ned forward,
biting his lip,an there was line be.
tween his eyes as he stared hard at
the carpet. 1t was II critical moment
in his life, and he knew it. He had
been working all these years with one
object in view; at first q faint, far-off
star, lately nearer, this morning ap.
parently almost within reach; and
now, unless he could bridge over the
difficulty OF access, he would be baff1ed
after all.
Dulcie little knew what was going
on in his mind.
II suppose you wouldn't care about
letting it just tor the summer, Mr..
Gross?" she said calmly.
! falkland the thought revived
hin1-''she's coming after ALL"
| "Oh! yes, would with pleasure, if
you would like to come for a short
| time"
~ have no doubt I could persuade
my uncle to lake it for three months,
and should very much like it N.Y.
SELF"
"And all your tenants-every one
about the place-will be delighted to
see you again."
You must introduce me to your
wife, Mr.. Goss."
ooh, Miss Dulcie!' in panied tone.
How could she think it possible?-"I
have no Wife"
II beg your pardon"
| She laughed little uneasily, but
colored under his incomprehensible
look.
''But my brother Will has a wife,"
he added hastily, as fit were sort of
excuse for himself.
ooh, indeed! l forgot to ask after
him. Is she Hepburn Lady,"
mo; he met her at the British Mu-
scum in the first instance
"A literary lady?"
mot exactly. She used at one time
| to be fond OF art, but she has quite
given up that sort of thing She is a
very cheerful, pleasant sort OF a wom-
an; rather stout; but Wills as
| lank as ever"
II rather fancy have seen story
OF his somewhere"
every likely-he writes a good deal,
but not one half of it gets into print.
It's shocking, the waste that goes on
IN that PROFESSIONALISM OF the worst
kind, too. Far worse than batch OF
biscuits burnt!'
About month later, the proudest
day in Johns life arrived. His work.
people could not think what in the
! world made him so fidgety. Every
single article in the mill had to be
cleaned, and polished, and set in
order, though it was as nice as ever it
could be; but he bothered even over
the brass knobs and bars about the
engine, and gave the women's over.
H. l. ALL
themselves tidy.
Ateleven O'Clock q carriage and pair
drove up to the door, just as in old
days Miss Dulcie used to drive up to
the little shop, John remembered.
The day he had pictured to himself
had come at last, as bare.headed he
met Miss Dulcie at the door.
She looked like a queen, he thought;
and she certainly was beautifully
dressed in gray and silver, with a
bunch of yellow roses in her dress and
in her hat. He was glad she looked
so nice, for he hoped this was her fu-
ture kingdom, and the admiration of
his work-people was not matter of
absolute indifference.
Many curious eyes were cast upon
her as she went from room to room,
and many knowing looked passed
between the "hands."
And if it was a proud day for him
it was an astonishing one for her.
Why, the place was magnificent-far |
fine-c than a mere house, however fur
nished: 1t was q palace. John Goss |
was a king, his very glance was COM
mand. Hundreds of men and women
looked to him alone as their earthly !
providence; and there was the huge |
engine feeding the world by waving its |
arms about. And such millions and
millions OF biscuits! One would think |
nobody in creation ever ate anything
else.
What modern version OF the old,
primitive bread-making!
Dulcie felt to her hearts core the
stupendousness of the place, and the